Elias Penn-Smith

Identify God's emissaries By the light in their eyes, By the lilt in their song, By the glow of their skin And the joy within; Not with the face of a dried-up peach, And a voice that would teach Of doom and sin.

There is such a sad sad difference In what I eagerly expect to do tomorrow, And what I have written on my slate, When tomorrow has reached yesterday And I, in checking up, Find the writing so indelible!

All people eat- All people count for one of his kind, All people die. Most people have funerals, and Some people are funerals!

If there is something else you Would rather be doing- What you are doing now Is committing a crime, Sir!

Tend well thine own agency: Upbraid thine own soul, if there is need in thee Leave mine with me; my sonship with God is mine! To upbraid, And be sure I will not meddle with thine!-

Dear God, let me know within my heart When I am right; Let it be the balm to soothe my deepest pain; Let me know the truth and speak it, When to hold would bring me gain; Dear God, let me truly know myself And have the inside strength To stand alone.

When thou seemest to ignore everyone present, Knowest not thou it is thine own self That both boreth and displeaseth thee?

Walk on the mountaintop of faith Where thine vision is above shadows.

If we give till it hurts- It still wouldn't cost much, Do you reckon?